Nicks POV

I was so proud of A.J I couldn’t believe he was here and he made it to three years without a single substance; he is even against energy drinks now. Apparently, there is someone in his support group, who got addicted to energy drinks. I mean I have heard of it before but I mean I think it’s a little obsessive, to be honest I’m not even completely against the green a couple times a year.

Okay, so I know A.J is going to be a little umm say surprised. I kind of invited everyone on his twitter feed.  He should not leave me to the party planning. I mean when do I plan parties? Come on, I go to parties but I have never planned them other than a Bucs blow out, or my gaming buddies. They choose to be left anonymous some of them are people you would never imagine.

So looking around it’s a little mixed and if I was thinking clearly I would have looked at some of these peoples profiles. Some of the ladies are looking fine, and I am a married man, not to mention some of these people look scary kind of like A.J’s old crew if you know what I mean.

As I scan the crowd further I continue having conversations with myself,  my old therapist told me its normal and it is my outlet in stressful  situations . It’s how I process things.  She said I only have to worry when they start talking back. She said this with such a straight face I am still not sure if she was serious or joking.

Anyways, long story short A.J may be a little pissed, I kind of feel like a kid in one of those old teenage movies that got caught having a party. I mean the only instructions he gave me is it has to have some good boogying music. I mean who says boogying besides Kevin and Howie.

“Congratulations A.J, we are so proud of you”. I wrapped my arm around A.J as he walked towards me. “Carter, I am going to kill you”. Through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get inside before I get skinned alive.” A.J couldn’t help but smile at the look on Nicks face. He looked like a puppy that just got caught with a shoe. “It’s the thought that counts right?” A.J rubbed his hands together, “I always did like a good party.”

Sophia’s POV

The image in front of me reminded me so much of Lucas and James relationship you know the one the love/hate relationship from what Rochelle tells me they have been like this for years. I guess these were the kind of feelings I was going to have to learn to bury.

I walked quietly behind Rachelle as we were lead to the VIP table. I couldn’t help but notice the stares and daggers I was getting as I walked by. I am wondering if I am just being paranoid I mean, this is the city its LA why I choose to come to this cesspool of a city I am still not sure I looked at a map and decided this is where I was going to go, and here I am.

As I made eye contact I noticed that okay middle fingers and daggers not so paranoid. When we finally reached our table and got all situated. There were about 30 of us sitting at the VIP table, while there  were another 500 people inside the club, and another 500 people watching our every move. Okay, So I may be paranoid but there are camera crews and magazine articles.

So I have been pretty quiet just sitting here we did the introductory thing, glad to know the awkwardness of that hasn’t changed. I laughed to myself, maybe a little too loud, I don’t think I should have had that 3rd glass of wine before supper, did I just hiccup. I have 60 eyes looking at me literally; I wonder quietly to myself I have been talking out loud.